My dear little one,
Every month you inch farther away from “little” and closer to “big.”
Now you are two years old.
Big brown eyes, mouth that laughs readily, fingers that point and poke and touch, hands that clap and nestle inside of mine while we walk together.
I’ve watched you learn your first words. I’ve seen you glow with pride as you identity the “moo” (moon) in the sky and heard you tell the crows “Caw! Caw!” I’ve watched you sniff fervently in the air when you see a flower, because you’ve been taught they’re good for smelling. I’ve introduced you to your beloved foods of pears, raspberries, doughnuts, and fruit juice.
You fell in love with the shape of stars and made little “twinkle” motions with your hands every time you saw one.
You learned to walk, to dance, to run.
You declared the names of the people you love. Dada! Mama! Teita! (Grandma) Jiddo! (Grandpa) Koka! (Auntie Erika).
You learned to play with friendly animals and give them hugs.
You have tried out singing and humming with your little vocal cords.
You learned to give kisses without sticking your tongue out. You also learned to blow kisses.
You discovered that climbing is best for all surfaces, including the kitchen table, the bathroom countertop, the backs of the couches.
Happy birthday, little man. So glad you’re here!